After depositing the ten men into the imperial palace's interrogation facility where they'd have plenty of time to contemplate their life choices in a cold, damp cell, Cecilia, Theodore, and Linh were escorted into the presence of the Emperor and his sister.
The moment Theodore laid eyes on Damon, his knees gave out. He hit the floor with a heavy thud and immediately prostrated himself, his forehead pressing against the cold marble like he was trying to merge with it.
"Your Majesty!" His voice cracked, tears streaming down his face in rivers of guilt. "Your servant has sinned! I should've known! I should've known what my brother was actually up to—I should've—"
Damon moved quickly, lunging forward to grab Theodore by the shoulders and haul him upright. His grip was firm but gentle, making Theodore feel even more guilty.
